Letras:
On Broken Wings Giving Up The Ghost

cast by the forms of mortal men. the light cuts around my body, revealing evidence of times before my presence. it fascinates. or am i ghosts? without

and dat Jacob One false move you get spread out I?m in dat Range truck Timmy got me fuckin? blinged up Last year I was broke now my wings up I put dat

I came to Hit the club on my dick, light up a blunt Thug a bitch out, I got the mud in the front I got the flight jacket, came with wings When I chase

birds My voice screams for you We are in love, I will never (never give up) We are ageless, ageless We are in love, I will never (never give up) We are

a bind Maybe the sunken ship is the treasure No, but they insist it man I try to Spin me dizzy spongin Up to giving dungeons functions As opposed to

all them yachts ya got? You get props on the bop she bop Let's keep it all the way nappy, when you hot, you hot Burn up a dime, sell a nickel at the

its ass up out of the debris And put its feet back up on the ground Yeah some said it was the ghost of Buddy Some said the ghost of Cain Some said the

them yachts ya got? You get props on the bop-she-bop Let's keep it all the way Nappy, when you hot you HOT! Burn up a dime, sell a nickel at the corner

and dat Jacob One false move you get spread out I?m in dat Range truck Timmy got me fuckin? blinged up Last year I was broke now my wings up I put dat